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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2016 5:08:33 AM
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[i] Ian didn't know whether to exclaim or what. He was happy that this seemed to be working..but he was watching a man come back from the dead.[/i]
"There's gotta be a catch to this right?"
[i] Ian says, looking at Lucien. Something told him it wasn't this easy.[/i]
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"I don't know where Creed ran off to. The Dojo is secure..but conspicuous. I don't know D." [i] Ian says with a shrug. He guessed if Creed found out Damien was alive, he'd find him no matter where he holed up. Wherever that was..unless Damien had some magical house that popped out of a pocket cube, he didn't know where he was gonna go. [/i] "I'm sure Lucien will be here faster than we think. As for Nikki not doing dumb stuff.." [i] He trailed off.[/i] "Well, she wouldn't be Nikki if that was the case."
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[i]"I need to find a better outlet for her... Being a thief isn't good for her."[/i] [b]Damien mused, more to himself than Ian. Lucien had it better in terms of control and patience, and often was able to talk to Nikki... But even now, she did her best to rebel.[/b] [i]"Well, I'm thinking a place near the base of the mountains. It won't work forever... But it gives me a month or so."[/i]
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"Gives you a month for what D?" [i] Ian questioned wearily. The man had just been brought back from the dead, and of course he was already planning something. [/i] [i] As for Nikki, Ian didn't really see what was wrong. Sure being a thief wasn't the most, uh, lawful thing in the world, but neither was smuggling illegal goods across star systems. Nikki wasn't a bad person, and that's what counted in his mind. [/i]
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[i]"A month of not being found."[/i] [b]With that, Damien hopped back to his feet, dust picking up around him as he shut the metal crate with a click. Then, with a mighty heave, a snort, and a swivel, Damien pulled the crate up and swung it onto his back. Like many mysteries, his physical strength was bizarre. He didn't have a body builder body. No... He was a runner, and a swimmer... But he had strength few others possessed.[/b] [i]"Lucien will land here... But I'll need to make a base in the mountains. It won't take me long, and Lucien may need some help orienting if he is in fact nearby. You can either come with me, or wait for him... Either one works."[/i]
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"I'll wait for him.. make sure he finds his way alright." [i] Ian said. He figured Damien needed some time to himself, coming back from the dead and all. There was also that sliver of him hoping Nikki was with Lucien when he got there.[/i]
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[b]As an hour started to come and go, the light rumble of a ship sounded in the distance. Seconds later, it broke trough the clouds, Lucien's piloting skills showing much more than his twin counterpart. The LD had a new glossy black coat with a a static line running horizontally across the mid-top section.[/b] [b]It touched down quickly, taking a moment before the ramp unfolded and the god damn mechanical hulk came out. [url=https://i.imgur.com/ew8pIA9]Lucien had upgraded[/url] to heavy medical armor. The white plasteel plating gave away no weak point, and a large red visor outline his eyes, machine gun strapped to his back, massive revolvers at his sides.[/b] [b]And in typical fashion, classy flute music was playing from the surround system in his helmet, making his heavy first steps onto the planet near inaudible.[/b] [i]"This place looks like shit..."[/i]
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"Courtesy of our dickwad friend, Creed." [i] Ian said, grinning as Lucien stepped off the ship. Ian himself wore his armor, but the mask and helmet were off and showing his face.[/i] "How've you been man?" [i] He asked. He'd always liked Lucien. Him and Damien were like the two older brothers he'd never had; one being immensely weird and completely odd, and the other the sensible and somewhat normal..somewhat. [/i]
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[b]Lucien's helmet began to peel back, first with the jaw piece, then the red sensors folded to side so the top could slip backwards. He looked the small as usual... Classy haircut that covered his right eye, the other pale green Orn showing ageless knowledge. He wore a slight shadow, his neatly trimmed facial hair well kept. He aged exceptionally well... Compared to his twin.[/b] [i]"Fantastic... Mostly. Been getting a lot done. Home planet is finally rebuilt and the economy is running... Hell, I even work as a weapon designer again."[/i] [b]Lucien seemed pleased, life was turning around. And Damien had plenty of work to return to when he set out to helping his artificial homeworld.[/b] [i]"And how about you? I assume your hair turns more red the more thinking you do..."[/i] [b]Lucien's humor was always a little more lacking than Damien's, more of the calm and collected businessman that was too nice for his own good. But the massive suit of armor and machine gun contrasted well, giving Lucien the 'classy merc' style.[/b]
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[i] Ian rolled his eyes but grinned. He'd missed Lucien, the generally sane one amongst the twins. Generally.[/i] "Something like that. Spent some time home, alleviated some of the doubts my parents had. More for their sake than mine." [i] He said, shrugging. He'd had to, even if it was only to keep them from worrying to death. [/i]
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[i]"Good to hear. So... You were the one that called? That's new. Not that I'm complaining... I live with two women most of the time now..."[/i] [b]Lucien shrugged with a cheeky grin, not meaning women he could be in a relationship with. He had actually brought along his sister and niece... Both of whom were fiery and stubborn... Even if one was more moody than the other.[/b] [i]"It'll be nice to hang out with a actual male..."[/i]
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"As much as I enjoy your company, Damien was the one that called." [i] Ian said with a smile. He figured Nikki was one of the women, which brought a smile to his face, but he had no idea who the second one was.[/i]
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[i]"Well... That works too. Where he at? I'll have a word with him. Meanwhile, the ship still has your room. Just the way you left it. We had to remove the ping pong table... But we replaced it with Atari arcade machines..."[/i] [b]Lucien gave a happy wave before his helmet folded back over his head. The twins had a special bond, one where they could often find each other after enough time...[/b] [b]Meanwhile, the dim lights of the lobster dinner turned on automatically as the sun began to set... Night was coming.[/b]
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"Ping-pong was fun though.." [i] Ian mockingly pouted before waving to Lucien and heading aboard LD, heading towards his room in hopes of grabbing some stuff he'd left on there, and maybe seeing a certain blonde. [/i]
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[b]LD had changed since Ian had seen it. Nothing major since Damien had made I executive decision that everyone gets a say on what happens, but slight things... New paint that made it seem more like a fancy suite, a chandelier, plants, some extra sealed windows... But Ian's room remained untouched. However, room 4 was currently occupied... Must be the new face... And Nikki's room was occupied as ever. She barely left her room, except for food. She was solitary like that... Home somewhat sweet home.[/b] [i][u]"Ship range: Landed. New passenger onboard. Welcome."[/u][/i] [b]The automated voice was clearly new as well, carrying throughout the halls as a holo path guide began swarming Ian's feet. Different colored holographic lines showed directions to the kitchen, engineering bay, medical bay, rooms, and so forth.[/b]
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"Huh. Ship GPS. Not bad." [i] Ian muttered to himself, walking for Nikki's bedroom. Once he found himself in front of her door, he shut the rapid and incessant pounding of his pulse down to normal and knocked on her door twice, calling into the room.[/i] "Yoo hoo, it's your favorite Strawberry Mechanic coming to wish you a warm welcome!" [i] He said in a Sing song voice, that same stupid grin plastered on his face as always.[/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 12/9/2016 1:23:38 AM[b]There was silence for a moment before the quiet pad of feet against the metal flooring. Nikki's door eventually slid open, her half closed eyes squinting at Ian. She looked half asleep.[/b] [i]"When did you get onboard? I thought you were off dong drugs."[/i] [b]Barely awake, dressed in a sweater and sweat pants... She looked like she had been running a marathon... Or just up all night.[/b]
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"At home, actually. Spending time with the parental units." [i] He said with a smile, eyeing her up and down.[/i] "How many cans of Red Bull are in there? Because you didn't get any sleep by the looks of it."
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[i]"Energy drinks are for pussies."[/i] [b]She remarked, sliding something off the drawer near her door, tossing it to Ian. It was a long range communication device.[/b] [i]"I assume you don't have one. Use this instead next time."[/i] [b]It definitely more sleek and advanced than Damien's old radio. It was a rectangular device about six inches long, three inches wide. It had a screen, some simple range dials, and a contact list already installed. General people to call... Most of them from the outer rim areas of NTR aerospace.[/b] [i]"But it's like, two in the morning anywhere near the gas giants right now... So don't call."[/i]
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"Didn't plan on it." [i] He said, slipping the cell-phone like device into his pocket. He couldn't keep the stupid smile off his face, but that was normally customary for him. Especially now though, he thought to himself.[/i] "Who's the new roommate?" [i] Ian asks curiously, tilting his head to indicate the new occupied room on the hallway. [/i]
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[i]"My aunt... She's been sticking with us, making sure I don't do stupid stuff."[/i] [b]She mused, motioning for Ian to step inside as she padded to her bed, tilting over to quickly collapse onto it.[/b] [i]"Lucien isn't around a lot. Always doing something now... Has a new job. Don't get to go many places. It's boring as hell."[/i]
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"Good thing you have someone here now to wreak some mischief with." [i] He says with his same cheeky grin, exiting his armor and letting it stand near the doorway, walking over and sitting at the foot of her collapsed bed. Ian hadn't changed much in the past months, same old unruly hair with emerald green eyes and hints of gold, fingerless gloves and dog tags around his neck, trademark tank top and black jeans, the only difference is he'd actually put on a bit of muscle in the last six months or so. He was still small, being only 5'7", but his arms had gained some definition as well as his chest and back, going from skinny to a bit more filled out. [/i] "Well, if your aunt is anything like Damien and Lucien..I'm sure she's a fun person to be around."
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[b]Nikki hadn't changed much. She still wore the complexion of a teen in most places, but she had grown enough. Her eyes seemed sharper and more focused, hints of light green swimming along the bright blue. Her hair seemed to have a natural shine, even as she tangled it up into a bun. She still retained the general Lordan build, even if she wasn't as tall as her father. She had grown nice curves, but hadn't transformed into an hourglass.[/b] [b]What had changed the most was her room. She had decked it out. Computers, servers, and screens filled the walls with a constant feed of information. Most of it focused on off-world accounts feeding into various charities. Business being drained by the millions into Nikki's filter, only to move into low chance help centers. Seemed she was putting her hacking skills to good use. Well, besides the fact some of the money was headed to a private account which was most likely hers.[/b] [i]"She's fine. Actually, she's normal. She's just uptight. Apparently she and my mom didn't get along... Might still hold a grudge against her. Who knows? It'd be better if she were more trusting."[/i]
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"At some point, she'll learn how. You don't have much of a choice on here." [i]Ian said with a half smile. The most noticeable, new thing about Ian were the..tattoos? Peeking out of his tank top on his back. Up towards his shoulders, on the right side was hinting Black and white ink, and on the left there was a bit of green showing from underneath the cloth. [/i]
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[i]"Sure... So what about you? This doesn't seem like a place your parents would live. Lucien said deserts and forests... Come here for tattoos?"[/i] [b]She smirked, still as aggressive as ever... If not slightly more jokingly than she had been in the past. It was a hard to love kind of personality... But hell if she was gonna change it.[/b] [i]"I always thought you were the soft type."[/i]
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"No, my parents live quite a ways away from here. I spent some time there, and then found myself here after some..questionable activities." [i] He said, not about to mention getting shot down again. One more and he'd probably set a record.[/i] "But no, I got them at home. I got bored to be honest." [i] He says with a laugh.[/i] "Life's nothing if not short. Why stare at blank skin?" [i] He turned his back to her and reached around his back, pulling the side of his tank top to the left and showing the black and white tattoo. It was beautiful and whoever had done it clearly knew what they were doing. While it was in black and white, it didn't have a bold and pronounced look, the ink was very lightly done and gave the work a very wispy and flowing disposition. Said work, was a Victorian style pocket watch with Roman numerals, surrounded by a mass of pistons, cogs, and gears that all seemed stuck in perpetual motion. The whole things was fairly big, taking up the entire upper right of his back. He switched, pulling the shirt in the opposite direction and showing the colored tattoo on his skin. This one was smaller, six inches long and sat opposite of the other one. It was a dragonfly, curiously enough. It's body was the same emerald green as his eyes, and the color switched to a faint, glimmering gold for its wings. The tattoo was done in what looked like flowing strokes and swipes, the whole thing not having a defined outline but a freeflowing and beautiful design. [/i]
